Unleashing The Angel Of Death Poem by Paul Amrod

Unleashing The Angel Of Death



Prioritizing the misers, the brokers and lobbyist's economy
Leaving the inevitable disaster with an illogical anomaly
Pleading with reporters to exercise politeness in dismay
while distress has risen as the normal order of the day.
Testing is essential for controlling this grievous angel of death
who will usurp our heavenly gift of birth, our very first breath.
Outrageously falsifying the urgency by trivializing the public dilemma
We're imploring for mercy to resolve this heartless aimless agenda.
The irrational red tape left laboratories and us all highly vulnerable
though the coming results were petrifying and painfully unutterable.
Bureaucracy took the upper hand although by dragging their feet
they're dragging the nation to a halt and an unpreventable defeat.
Sin city is in pandemonium whereas their fervor will never falter
to raise our desiderata beyond the skies as they clutch their holy psalter.
Beseeching the realms of comfort for relief and a desired sweet release
although we feel deserted we needn't squeal as we scornfully beg please.
Unleashing the angel of death as she sweeps across the open prairie
Praying for a cessation with our rosaries to our blessed Mother Mary
Where is the pope with some words of courage and righteous blame?
We only need to cling to our saviour Jesus by praising his Holy Name.
Let our Holy Spirit guide us through this insidious treacherous era
calming our horrific solicitude through this nightmarish chimera.
The complete ineffectiveness of this crippled regime in charge
has invited this monstrous mayhem and the panic we have at large.
There is a quote calling it America's exceptionalism's tragic turn
leaving all normalcy to the devil as this pandemic uncontrollably burns.
The lack of precautionary measures is an absolute iniquitous fiasco
by replacing the imperatives with no rationally acceptable de facto.
By the living God they are blindly unleashing the angel of death
with simply sinister methods used by their own form of Macbeth.
Full of ambition to be without restraint is our unduly Prez
listening only to his childhood conscious and what it sadly says.
The gang of nitwits who voted against a trial with witnesses
disrupted a natural dismissal of his unauthorized businesses.
Whatever happened to the revelation of Mr. Jonathan Bolton?
All of the impeachment is forgotten in these times so golden.
Anyone may receive a test was a hideously cruel and bitter hoax
raising the eyebrows of many as sympathetic feelings this evokes.
Loosing trust in our commander with his baseless pretentious hope
Now many are evading his false pledges while he's playing rope-a-dope.
The wish for an immunity and survival is so preciously held in our heart
Though ignorance is unleashing the angel of death as so many must depart
Unfortunately irresponsibly Washington created a caricature of insufficiency
Stumbling blocks for prompt action was the result quite consequentially.
I wish to convey my consolations to my culture of rhythm and blues
Giving my ardent passionate wishes for fulfillment of the dreams you choose
May the guardians of our Counselor protect our innocence and naïve gullibility
and offer us deliverance with God's caress to save our heartfelt susceptibility

Monday, March 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer,sensitivity,warning
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 31 March 2020

God helps us and hears our prayer. God is very kind of course. We should always turn towards him. Re-visiting this poem I am very happy.

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Anita Grbavac 31 March 2020

Thank you for this beautiful order of feelings in wird’s.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 30 March 2020

We all are children of God. Our prayer God listens and gives us grace. We should keep trust on him and offer prayer at this critical time like the danger of Corona Virus. Holy Spirit will definitely guide us.

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paul amrod 30 March 2020

Hi Kumarmani, You are definitely right. I am of Lebanese decent and a Maronite a the Christian ancient church. With these terrible times I turn to God for help.

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